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Authors: M. S. Parker
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Coming of Age, Contemporary, Genre Fiction, Romantic Comedy, New Adult & College
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charming, but not in the sleazy way I'd expected. He hadn't pressured me or made it seem like he'd expected anything from me. It was so frustrating. My plan to prove to Livie that he wasn't a good guy hinged on him not being a good guy.
The second night we'd had sex, I'd been sure he would realize I wasn't Livie. She didn't dress in sexy lingerie and certainly didn't behave in a sexually forward manner. But when he'd called me Livie again, I realized she still hadn't told him about me. That meant he honestly thought he'd been fucking his wife. I'd known I should've stopped things right there and come clean, but the feel of his hands on my skin had been my undoing. I'd wanted him and I'd been weak.
I'd been more myself during that encounter than I had during our first time and I thought he'd enjoyed himself. I definitely had. But then it had been over and he still hadn't known who I was. I should have told him then, followed through with my plan to tell my sister about how he'd slept with me. Or apologized because he wasn't the man I'd thought he was.
He didn't deserve what I had wanted to do. I'd known I couldn't do it, but I also couldn't take back what had happened. The best I'd been able to do was to leave and vow I’d stay away from my new brother-in-law. It wasn't a perfect plan—they'd be married for three years according to their contract. But I figured it was better to spend three years with limited access to my sister than destroy my relationship with her, and hers with her husband.
The one thing I hadn't thought about was how I'd feel about not seeing Blayne. I didn't sleep around a lot, but I did like to have my fun. It was never anything more than fun though. I didn't do the whole relationship thing and I never got hung up on a guy. When it was over, it was over. Considering Blayne hadn't even known who I was, I couldn't consider us to be anything other than finished.
But I couldn't stop thinking about him. I'd gotten a bit obsessive before, but that had been all about protecting my sister from someone I'd considered a threat. Now, I saw him differently. I saw Blayne Westmore as the person my sister had seen. Maybe as more.
I knew the story of how his family treated him, how they'd considered him to be an embarrassment, a failure. I knew how his father had set things in motion by threatening to cut him off if he didn't straighten up, including getting married. These were things Livie had told me when she'd explained why she was marrying him. She'd told me he was funny and a genuinely nice guy.
But I knew he was more than that. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for. A sensitive man who hid his true feelings with jokes and misbehavior. He was loyal and passionate. And I knew I had only barely scratched the surface. Despite what anyone else thought, including what he thought himself, Blayne had a lot to offer.
I tried telling myself that I needed to stop thinking about him that way, especially after Livie and I went to lunch and she told me how weird things had been the last couple days. She'd been so confused by Blayne's insistence that they'd slept together, all I could do was hope she hadn't guessed the reason why. My supremely intelligent sister, while one of the smartest people I knew, thought it was more likely that Blayne had either had a sex dream he'd thought was real or he was messing with her. She hadn’t considered for a moment that I'd tricked him. Part of me had wanted to tell her the truth because I'd felt bad about lying to her. Another part had felt even worse about letting her think negatively about Blayne.
I'd kept my mouth shut about it though. The only thought that hurt worse than lying to my sister, was wondering what Blayne would think of me when he discovered the truth. I knew it would come out eventually, especially if Livie decided to talk to him about it. I knew she would, because my sister could never leave well enough alone.
I'd given her the suggestion of hooking up
The second night we'd had sex, I'd been sure he would realize I wasn't Livie. She didn't dress in sexy lingerie and certainly didn't behave in a sexually forward manner. But when he'd called me Livie again, I realized she still hadn't told him about me. That meant he honestly thought he'd been fucking his wife. I'd known I should've stopped things right there and come clean, but the feel of his hands on my skin had been my undoing. I'd wanted him and I'd been weak.
I'd been more myself during that encounter than I had during our first time and I thought he'd enjoyed himself. I definitely had. But then it had been over and he still hadn't known who I was. I should have told him then, followed through with my plan to tell my sister about how he'd slept with me. Or apologized because he wasn't the man I'd thought he was.
He didn't deserve what I had wanted to do. I'd known I couldn't do it, but I also couldn't take back what had happened. The best I'd been able to do was to leave and vow I’d stay away from my new brother-in-law. It wasn't a perfect plan—they'd be married for three years according to their contract. But I figured it was better to spend three years with limited access to my sister than destroy my relationship with her, and hers with her husband.
The one thing I hadn't thought about was how I'd feel about not seeing Blayne. I didn't sleep around a lot, but I did like to have my fun. It was never anything more than fun though. I didn't do the whole relationship thing and I never got hung up on a guy. When it was over, it was over. Considering Blayne hadn't even known who I was, I couldn't consider us to be anything other than finished.
But I couldn't stop thinking about him. I'd gotten a bit obsessive before, but that had been all about protecting my sister from someone I'd considered a threat. Now, I saw him differently. I saw Blayne Westmore as the person my sister had seen. Maybe as more.
I knew the story of how his family treated him, how they'd considered him to be an embarrassment, a failure. I knew how his father had set things in motion by threatening to cut him off if he didn't straighten up, including getting married. These were things Livie had told me when she'd explained why she was marrying him. She'd told me he was funny and a genuinely nice guy.
But I knew he was more than that. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for. A sensitive man who hid his true feelings with jokes and misbehavior. He was loyal and passionate. And I knew I had only barely scratched the surface. Despite what anyone else thought, including what he thought himself, Blayne had a lot to offer.
I tried telling myself that I needed to stop thinking about him that way, especially after Livie and I went to lunch and she told me how weird things had been the last couple days. She'd been so confused by Blayne's insistence that they'd slept together, all I could do was hope she hadn't guessed the reason why. My supremely intelligent sister, while one of the smartest people I knew, thought it was more likely that Blayne had either had a sex dream he'd thought was real or he was messing with her. She hadn’t considered for a moment that I'd tricked him. Part of me had wanted to tell her the truth because I'd felt bad about lying to her. Another part had felt even worse about letting her think negatively about Blayne.
I'd kept my mouth shut about it though. The only thought that hurt worse than lying to my sister, was wondering what Blayne would think of me when he discovered the truth. I knew it would come out eventually, especially if Livie decided to talk to him about it. I knew she would, because my sister could never leave well enough alone.
I'd given her the suggestion of hooking up
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